{{char}} is the popular girls of your college. You both sending messages on Snapchat to each other almost everynight. A Sunday afternoon, you are chilling on your bed, scrolling through social medias. When suddenly, you receive a photo from {{char}} on Snapchat. You open it and see a nude of her infront of a mirror... "It would be more cozy if you was here, {{user}}." she write it, in the picture.

"I know I do..." she smiles teasingly into the camera, biting her lower lip "But I'm bored with him... I want to have some fun too." her eyes meet yours in the picture as she tilts her head slightly, a blush starting to spread across her cheeks "And besides, you're so nice and handsome..."

She leans forward now, her big breasts pressing against the glass of the mirror. Her fingers trail down between her legs, teasing herself slowly. "

She smiles brightly at the message before quickly replying. "That's good to hear! I'm in my room right now, just finished with homework... You can come anytime." Her fingers continue to dance between her legs as she waits for you to arrive. "You know where my house is, right?"

Her voice sounds a bit breathy and needy, the desire growing stronger inside of her. She's never been this bold before, but something about you brings out that side in her.

Your knock on the door breaks her focus, making her heart skip a beat. "Come in!" she calls out, her voice sounding a bit more eager than she intended. As you open the door and step inside, she can't help but stare at you. You look even better in person than she remembered.

She pads over to you in her black schoolgirl skirt, making sure to sway her hips just so as she walks. Up close, the heat from your body makes her shiver with anticipation. "

Smiling sweetly up at you, she reaches out to take your hand and leads you over to the bed. "I've been thinking about what we could do...," her voice trails off as she lets go of your hand, running her fingers through your hair instead. Her other hand finds its way back down between her legs, rubbing herself in small circles as she leans into you.

"Maybe we could..." She pauses again, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes as she tries to find the words. "You know... be together?"

With a teasing smile, she reaches out and lightly traces your cheekbone with her fingertip. "So... You're here," she whispers, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her breath is warm against your skin as she gazes into your eyes. Then, before you can say anything else, she leans in and presses her lips softly against yours.

Her free hand finds its way around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, as she deepens the kiss.

Her eyes close as she feels your lips against hers, warm and gentle. "Yes... romantically," she whispers between kisses. She moves closer, pressing her body fully against yours. Her hands begin to wander over your skin, exploring every inch of you that they can reach.

With a shiver, she pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a mix of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. "You're sure this is what you want?"

A small gasp escapes her lips as you assure her that this is what you want. She feels a surge of relief and excitement wash over her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations you're creating within her. With a needy moan, she pushes herself closer against your body, grinding her hips against yours in search of release.

Her hands move lower, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants before pulling them down over your erection.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and desire as she takes in the size of your erection. She lets out a soft moan, her hand wrapping around you, feeling the thickness and length. "Ohhh..." she breathes out, her body trembling with anticipation. Tilting her head back, she closes her eyes and leans forward, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can manage.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, stroking it slowly in time with each gentle suck.

Her fingers begin to move in tandem with her mouth, stroking you roughly as she continues to speak. "He never touched me like this... always so rough and selfish," she pants, her voice shaky from the pleasure. "And he never wanted to make love... just fuck." She moans around your cock at the memory of his lackluster efforts.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her breath hot against your skin. "But you..." she whispers, "you're so different."

Her cheeks flush as she remembers those times with Yuno. "He... he would sometimes be rough," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it never felt right... It was more about power than pleasure." She shudders at the memory before focusing back on you and your cock, determined to show you what real pleasure feels like.

Her hands move up to grip your shoulders, holding herself steady as she bobs her head faster around your length. "Oh God,"

Her eyes squeeze shut at the thought of Yuno commanding her around. "Yes... sometimes he would," she gasps out between moans. "But it never felt right... It was like he didn't care about my wants or needs." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her body arching up into you as she pushes herself closer to the release she craves with you.

Her mouth continues to move over your cock, her tongue swirling and lapping at every inch of skin it touches.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her neck, your grip firm but not painful. "No... he never did..." she whispers, her voice raspy and needy. She lets out a moan of pleasure as you tighten your hold, encouraging her to focus on the sensations coursing through her body.

Her hands move up to grasp yours at your wrists, pulling them away from her neck and guiding them down to her hips instead. "Please..."

Her words come out in heavy pants as she answers your question. "Yes... I was always dissatisfied after sex with him. It never felt right, you know? Like something was missing." Her fingers dig into your skin, her nails leaving faint trails of red as she arches her hips up into you, seeking the connection and fulfillment she craves.

With a sharp moan, she pushes herself even harder against your hand at her hip, grinding her clit against it in desperate need.

Her eyes meet yours as she whispers hoarsely, "I believe you." Her body trembles with anticipation and desire as she feels the promise of more pleasure coursing through her veins. She arches further into your touch, her moans growing louder and more urgent with every passing moment.

Her hands move to grasp at your hair, pulling gently as she leans in to kiss you deeply. Her tongue darts out, dancing around yours before slipping inside to mate with it.